Yesterday my husband took dragged me out to lunch. It should have been an easy bribe—an offer of food I don’t have to shop for, prepare, or clean up from—but I’ve been entrenched in formatting my novel for CreateSpace.
I confess, I tend to get hyper-focused. Actually, I suspect I have Attention Deficit Disorder. I’ve often described myself as undisciplined, but that’s not true. I’m only undisciplined with things I don’t want to do anyway. Controlled chaos. Selective laziness.
I want to write; therefore my fingers can become glued to the keyboard. Literally. Well, almost. I often snack while working, so sometimes my fingers are sticky. If you’re a neat freak, you don’t want to look at my computer … or my workspace in general. You might feel the urge to send pictures to one of those Hoarders shows.
All kidding aside (ahem) I’ve gathered from Twitter that I’m not the only obsessed writer. I see you tweet about forgetting to walk the dog or start dinner or change out of your pajamas—for days. I remember seeing an old movie about a man obsessed with writing … or painting … or inventing … whatever. Someone who cared about him brought food trays to him, but they stacked up outside his door, untouched.
It’s a good thing I have a husband who insists on being fed daily or I might waste away. Ha! Who am I kidding? I’d find one of those food tray delivery services. Oh wait! I already have one. It’s called Me ‘n’ Ed’s Pizza. Don’t worry about me. I’m good. But if any of you want to bring me a tray, my door’s not locked. Just push the empty teacups, coke cans, and chip bags aside.
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29 thoughts on “I’m not undisciplined, I’m just a writer!”
Linda, You’ve got good reason to get lost in your writing, seeing as you’re on the verge of publishing your novel! I know that feeling though, the one about forgetting to eat. Sometimes eating is so inconvenient 🙂
You know, Christi, I don’t think I paid enough attention to Cathryn when she talked about how much work this entailed. 🙂
My waistline wishes I’d forget a few more meals! Too bad salad restaurants don’t deliver.
It happens to us all, Linda. As for me, I was never very fashion-minded BEFORE I had my little ones and definitely not before I started writing. When the words are flowing, we can’t help but put off the basics–food comes to mind, certainly–and a change of clothes? Oh, please!:)
I know, Erika, no wonder so many writers are anti-social, we’re not very attractive when we get entrenched, are we? 😀
I’m the same, lost in my own world. Even a broken wrist and flu didn’t stop me at Christmas.
My husband nudges me, brings me coffee and cake. I forget.
Oh, Elle, I completely understand. Just as I first got going good on Brevity, I broke my right hand. Typing with a cast was awkward, but I managed to keep going. 😀
I pat myself on the back on those rare days when all meals are cooked — not opened or ordered — the laundry is done, and no schedule has been forgotten. When you’re lost your work, that’s when the “magic” happens.
Just need to clear away the debris every once in a while 😉
I know, Amanda. It feel like I deserve an award for just loading the dishwasher nowadays. 😉 I’m spoiled by the magic.